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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 7)

    Story written on July 26, 2005 by rachel_raj.
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    Author Notes:

    Alice’s money (or lack thereof) issues grow dire.

     

    “Bobby who?”

     

    “What’s-his-name. The one who works at the cornerstore.”

     

    “Oh, okay.”

     

    “He said he’s still interested in moving in with us and that he’d make up the difference in this month’s rent if he can move in pretty soon. Apparently he’s like, living with some psycho who killed his bird.”

     

    “Oh, my God!”

     

    “I know.”

     

    “Bobby has a bird?”

     

    “Had, Alice.” Kyle nodded sagely. “Had.”

     

    “Well, look. I mean, I think Bobby’s nice and all, but I’m not gonna share a room with him.”

     

    “I was thinking he’d move into my room and Spence would move into your room.”

     

    “No!” I cried, a little too loudly. “Ugh, no way. He’ll like, probably make the bed while I’m sleeping in it.”

     

    “Yeah, he does that,” Kyle said fondly. “He also puts a bookmark in your book for you, you know, if you leave it open on the nightstand or something?”

     

    “Aw, that’s kind of cute.” I glanced over at Bette and Spencer, who seemed to be getting along famously (which, by the way, is one of those phrases that I totally don’t get, but use in my writing all the time, which is what Bette would say is an example of “unaware cultural absorption”); Spencer was making with wide hand movements and gestures and Bette was listening intently, making comments here and there. This was a great little set-up, since I don’t think Bette likes anything more than hearing about other people’s art, and Spencer certainly doesn’t like anything more than talking about his own art.

     

    “I can’t say for sure,” Bette was saying as I joined the two of them, “not for a few months, at least. I don’t know exactly what we’re deciding for the opening; not to mention my curator is…” She rolled her eyes to convey just what she thought of her curator. “But I definitely would like to be in touch.”

     

    Spencer looked so pleased, standing there in his dumb little suit, with his open portfolio. I stifled a laugh. “Good,” he said. “Well, you have my number.”

     

    Bette looked at me. “Yes.”

     

    “Okay, good.”

     

    Bette nodded and smiled, looking down at the portfolio again. “I really do love that one.”

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    Comments

    1. Oh God am I first? This is too much responsibility. Okay… fantastic, funny insightful, funny. If I didn’t already adore Bette and Alice then this would be the clincher.

    3. Ooh, well! Look at that. I’m the first one. Yay me. I have to say, no matter when you finished this, it is simply fantastic. I’ve honestly never been that much of a fan of Alice’s, but in this fic, I absolutely love her. It’s so funny, with these two, they’re complete opposites – such an Odd Couple, Bette and Alice – but their little clashes are just so funny and charming. It’s nice to see some Bette fic around here that isn’t BnTforeveraneveranever. And even nicer to see someone who’s open-minded enough to consider the possibilities of exploring other relationships between the characters.

      So, um… given any thought to writing any Shane fic, yet? lol

    5. I only just finished commenting on your last chapter, and I get to read the next one. I like that! I really like the way you write; and from the earlier chapters, I love it that you get all the little details right (but I’ll stop there in case I start sounding like Spencer).

    6. I’ve just read this again and split my shorts reading this line:

      “On the television, Darrin Stephens’s ears had grown to triple their normal size and on an entirely emotional level, I felt for him.”

      That’s worth the price of admission alone. Why can’t they write like this on the show? Dammit why can’t Jenny write like this?

    9. So, when Bette tells Alice that they “only dated for 6 weeks” in season two…was she really only referring to living together? Alice thoughts bounce around quicker than a hockey puck on ice.

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